DepressionsAHo
Heaven gained a new ho
- Feb 15, 2019
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Can we all share our favorite poems?
I'll start (long post)
Let me tell you something
No one is going to look at you broken and shattered and think
damn,
you are beautiful
no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole.
hell,
You won't even look at yourself and think
I
make
broken
look
beautiful
you know why?
because all those writers lied to you
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles, blood dripping down chin, pomegranate songs and love that ripped through you like hurricanes..
Liars,
so you and I?
we're going to make a plan,
you are not going to romanticize the days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn't understand you but still writes about you
here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
it's gentle hands all over your body lifting you up until you are as light as a feather
You are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love
No hurricanes
But Sunshine that build you up from within
that helps you make it through the worst days
You are going to romanticize the Gentle hand of a friend in yours telling you that is going to be ok,
because it is
and don't trust poets
we're no good
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster but in reality, there ain't nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.
You know what's beautiful instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all
music that makes your soul flow like a river books that offer comfort
families flocking together like overgrown Birds to keep you safe and warm
friends that give you strength when you can't find it
lovers who make you laugh through tears
Baby,
From now on you're going to romanticize Healing
Honey dripping down your fingertips
August Nights that stick to your skin
Car rides
and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now
The day
you find your purpose
Bad news: no one can save you
Good news: you can save yourself
-Lana Rafael
I realize these words kind of goes against this site but nonetheless. I still love it.
I'll start (long post)
Let me tell you something
No one is going to look at you broken and shattered and think
damn,
you are beautiful
no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole.
hell,
You won't even look at yourself and think
I
make
broken
look
beautiful
you know why?
because all those writers lied to you
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles, blood dripping down chin, pomegranate songs and love that ripped through you like hurricanes..
Liars,
so you and I?
we're going to make a plan,
you are not going to romanticize the days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn't understand you but still writes about you
here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
it's gentle hands all over your body lifting you up until you are as light as a feather
You are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love
No hurricanes
But Sunshine that build you up from within
that helps you make it through the worst days
You are going to romanticize the Gentle hand of a friend in yours telling you that is going to be ok,
because it is
and don't trust poets
we're no good
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster but in reality, there ain't nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.
You know what's beautiful instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all
music that makes your soul flow like a river books that offer comfort
families flocking together like overgrown Birds to keep you safe and warm
friends that give you strength when you can't find it
lovers who make you laugh through tears
Baby,
From now on you're going to romanticize Healing
Honey dripping down your fingertips
August Nights that stick to your skin
Car rides
and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now
The day
you find your purpose
Bad news: no one can save you
Good news: you can save yourself
-Lana Rafael
I realize these words kind of goes against this site but nonetheless. I still love it.